[ There's a long, miserable silence. The wooden floors give way to sand again, to the beach. Past that ... are they close to getting out? Only Jon knows.
His grip tightens on Jon's hand. ]
Rose gold. I ... I wanted a rose gold band. The clerk had a lovely tray ...
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His grip tightens on Jon's hand. ]
Rose gold. I ... I wanted a rose gold band. The clerk had a lovely tray ...